It is officially 11 days till our departure for Ghana, West Africa. My Dad after retiring last year, decided he wanted to do mission work. My Mom after retiring this year, had no excuse but to follow my Dad. ...And me, well, I can't have my parents going all the way to the other side of the world to be of service to others and not go with them. Thus the Mission Trip to Ghana was born.
I don't really know what to expect. We all got the required shots. Being I have a real phobia of needles, this took great sacrifice and courage on my part. But I got through it ok. It helped that my Dad held my hand the whole time. (or rather I was firmly grasping his hand and wouldn't let go...) I got the basics-- Yellow Fever and Meningitis (sp) my parents got extras -- typhoid and hepetitis. (sp) I'm hoping the Lord will protect me from the rest.
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